These September Daze.....

Hello friends... 

Hope you are enjoying your September... 

Such a lovely month of the year and here in the Eastern provinces of Canada we are being blessed with wonderful warm weather even though we have had near frosts.. 

I need to bring in my geraniums soon to keep through the Winter.. 

They do not require much care and provide such cozy warm color all season.. Then I just take them back out and put them on the deck next Summer.. 

The one nice thing about being home again are the few visits we make up to our old farm back in the Kent Hills of New Brunswick.. 

We are quite busy here at home and could not stay long .. Terry mowed the grass and I puttered about in the kitchen.. 

Brought up a sweet old runner and wood basket from my shop... 

I like it there on the harvest table.. 

The little piece of lace on the handle has a donkey on it.. 

Imagine.. 

I couldn't sell that.. grin.. 

A dear lady gave me a whole box of kale... 

The world's most popular vegetable at this time.. 

So full of nutrients.. 

I froze a bunch.... 

And tried some kale chips... 

They were good although dear hubby was not impressed... 

I will sneak it into Winter soups for sure.. 

After he was finished mowing we went for a little drive.. 

He said he thought it would be nice to see the windmills again.. 

It was a beautiful sunny day at the farm but just a few minutes away up high was a lot of fog.. 

Some of the windmills you could barely see... 

Amazing aren't they?  

Then....

I found out why we really went for a drive.. 

Past the windmills my dear husband owns a wee wood lot.. 

I detest going up there because it is way up a winding high hill with barely a road.. 

By the time we got up there and back down I had been calling on the Lord to please get us out of there in one piece... 

I tell you sometimes I think the man has lost a couple of marbles.. 

Then he proceeds to tell me he thinks that he and Dustin will go up and take down a few maples and bring them to the farm.. 

Trust in the Lord with all your strength will be my verse for that day... smile.. 

On the sunnier side of my daze... I mean days are peaches.. 

Lots of them...

Peeled and sliced and mixed with a bit of sugar and frozen for the Winter.. 

To use on Vanilla Cake and Whipped Cream or on some Ice Cream Sundaes or perhaps a Fruit Salad... 

They will taste of Summer.. smile.. 

I imagine I am boring you stiff with all of my preserving and pickling stories but that is what I do this month and I love it... 

I am not complaining so perhaps I am bragging... grin... 

Please forgive me.. 

Here we have another almost 30 pounds of baby cucumbers made into Garlic Dill, Sandwich Dill and Nine Day Sweet Pickles.. 

The tea towel is covering some that are fermenting.. 

They are very healthy for you, you know.. 

Oh and I was blessed to find some more Queen Anne's Lace and made another batch of jelly as I sold it all at the Park sale.. 

I have made a sweet new friend on Blogger.. 

Her name is Michelle and she lives in England.. 

And you girls know how I love anything UK.. 

Well, she gave me a recipe for their type of beet pickles.. 

Over there they call it beetroot and of course we Canadians call them just beets but it is the same veggie.. 

Anyway, I have made a bottle Michelle... 

Thanks for the recipe... smile.. 

Try to go over and give her a wee visit as I am sure you will love her... 

Just click on her name above...

Now... 

I would like to share a poem that I found on the web that I thought was marvelous as it mentions another thing I love.. 

Mason Jars.. ..

Hope you will like it, too.. 

PICKLED

She gathered walnuts in June
on hot, clear days, when the nuts
were tender enough to pierce with a safety pin.
She soaked them in salt water
and baked them in the sun
until they turned black, wiped them dry,
and filled canning jars with vinegar, brown sugar,
cloves, peppercorns, and cassia buds.
She sealed the jars, carried them down
to the cellar, her knees nearly buckling
beneath the weight of walnuts,
then climbed the stairs back to the kitchen
and made sweet pickled pears
cooked in boiling water, soaked
in vinegar and sugar, cloves and cinnamon.
She pickled nasturtium seeds,
packed them in empty perfume bottles,
drenched them in vinegar —
little capers that impressed her friends
when she sprinkled them on chicken.
She pickled everything —
autumn leaves, peony blossoms,
hair pins, playbills, extra buttons,
letters from her mother —
all of these things preserved,
lined up in clear jars
on warped cellar shelves.
She loved the way the peaches glowed
when she pulled the chain
swinging beneath the light bulb,
loved the neat rows of specimens,
like screws at the hardware store.
On snowy afternoons in late December,
she cut out calendar squares
of days she wanted to save,
dropped them like wishes in a
wide-lipped Mason jar,
drowned them in vinegar,
sealed them in the sweet brine
of remembrance.

by..Cindy Hunter Morgan... 

Thank you, dear hearts for you visit and your comments, of course.. 

Praying that you have the peace of the Lord in your days.. 

xo